The edge of the Wind Country was a place that wasn’t often visited unless you lived in Sora. Despite the horrid climate of the desert beyond, the very edge of the country was surrounded by a vast sea. The air that blew off of it was always cold, making etching out a life near the beach worth every second. Though, that wasn’t the reason the two souls were out here.
A tall woman with a head of thick bushy air was practicing martial arts on the beach sands. Her entire body was made of thick muscle and with each kick or punch the air would shake. It was less due to her natural strength though, but the demonic energy her body was made from.
Her name was Owari, and she was the demonic soul of a man named Michino Toraono. In the years gone by she had come a long away from being the voice and presence that tormented the boy into insanity. Their odd relationship was not at a point that the young mortal warrior would allowed his demon half to take over his body so that she could get in training in their realm. He generally only did this because he knew how much his peaceful soul relied on the demon during military missions. Apparently, the air and gravity were lighter than it was in the Youkai realm, leaving her needing to know her limits before Michino could allow her to possess his body inside of the village. The kami knew that the last thing the Toraono clan needed was more heat regarding a demon-woman accidentally tearing apart the village while trying to do something as basic as walking. The holes in the dunes and beach around her went as far as to show exactly how long she had been out here learning to use the body she was being granted.
Of course, anyone walking along, wouldn’t even be able to tell she was demonic outside her menacing aura. While possessing the body of a human she had to take on certain characteristics rather she liked it or not, but absolutely refused to change her gender. It was bad enough, she had argued with Michino, that she couldn’t bring out her actual body without draining his deep reserves of chakra. Forcing her soul to align with his natural gender was more than she was willing to do, and so they came to an agreement. He needed her power, she wanted his freedom.
While they switched places, his body went through a quick change, using a mix of techniques he already knew from military spy training and demonic energy. The result was his body lost about ten inches in height and his chest became heavier, though Michino himself, tucked away in his own subconscious, never felt the effects of the change. Owari took all that awkward pain on her own, though she almost seemed to enjoy the transformation.
Three more punches rocked the air as the demoness continued to follow the mental lessons the original body owner gave. It had only taken the entire morning, from sun-rise to late afternoon, but she had already mastered the principals of Tora-no-Ken, one of the Toraono’s core martial arts. Her left leg raised up a fast knee, causing a rush of air to fly up almost high enough to part a cloud. Sweat was dripping from the mortal form and she stared down at her muscular arm in amazement.
Demons did not get tired. Oh sure, they could be hurt and even killed, but for stamina they lacked nothing. The feeling of the mortal shell having worked from day to near night in training was unfamiliar; and exciting.
“Can I try now?” she spoke to the empty beach. The voice in her head, the original owner of the body, didn’t speak so much as it gave a mental nod. A wickedly excited grin, followed by a squeal of joy, and the demon scrambled up the dunes on the beach until she was at the top of the near tallest and facing a house in the distance. She turned about thirty degrees towards the ocean, and slowly began to crouch as a samurai would when preparing a fast draw technique. Her left hand reached down and grabbed at the empty space, causing the air to begin to swirl around her. The sands whipped up into a small cyclone as the red sheath materialized from the Death Realm followed by the guard and then finally the pommel. A simplistic katana sheathed in red formed next to her left hip as if it had always hung there. The right hand carefully gripped the handle causing the cyclone to explode outwards. All the wind on the beach seemed to simply stop. Her left thumb ran over the sheath until it touched the guard.
Owari breathed in deep, and then released it so that no air was in her lungs. In a sudden motion, nearly impossible to see beyond dojutsu, she drew the red colored blade and struck it out towards the ocean. After a single second of delay the wind that had previously stopped suddenly came crashing down against the water in a vacuum. The sudden force caused the sea to split right down to the ocean floor and drew up a twenty foot tall wave. With weapon still drawn she leaped from the dune, landed in the soft sand and began to rush down to the house the wave was moving towards rather quickly. She slid to a stop just right before the home and jumped towards the sea, causing a burst of force to create a small crater where she leaped towards the small tsunami. Taking the weapon in both hands she raised it above her afro and then with all her demonic might, sliced down. The wave split into two halves, crashing down loudly against either side of the seemingly empty house before withdrawing back with the tide.
The demoness sheathed the weapon and released the red colored wood causing the weapon to disperse back into air as she fell towards the ice cold water. At the last moment she focused chakra in to swipe away the waves to clear a calm spot on the water before refocusing the chakra back towards he feet. Yet as she landed the waters around shot up from the combined weight of two souls. The sudden rise of water distracted her momentarily, enough for Owari to break the focus on chakra and simply fall into the water. Then, as if on que, the sea’s tide grabbed at her body and dragged her straight under the icy wet without a word.
A tall woman with a head of thick bushy air was practicing martial arts on the beach sands. Her entire body was made of thick muscle and with each kick or punch the air would shake. It was less due to her natural strength though, but the demonic energy her body was made from.
Her name was Owari, and she was the demonic soul of a man named Michino Toraono. In the years gone by she had come a long away from being the voice and presence that tormented the boy into insanity. Their odd relationship was not at a point that the young mortal warrior would allowed his demon half to take over his body so that she could get in training in their realm. He generally only did this because he knew how much his peaceful soul relied on the demon during military missions. Apparently, the air and gravity were lighter than it was in the Youkai realm, leaving her needing to know her limits before Michino could allow her to possess his body inside of the village. The kami knew that the last thing the Toraono clan needed was more heat regarding a demon-woman accidentally tearing apart the village while trying to do something as basic as walking. The holes in the dunes and beach around her went as far as to show exactly how long she had been out here learning to use the body she was being granted.
Of course, anyone walking along, wouldn’t even be able to tell she was demonic outside her menacing aura. While possessing the body of a human she had to take on certain characteristics rather she liked it or not, but absolutely refused to change her gender. It was bad enough, she had argued with Michino, that she couldn’t bring out her actual body without draining his deep reserves of chakra. Forcing her soul to align with his natural gender was more than she was willing to do, and so they came to an agreement. He needed her power, she wanted his freedom.
While they switched places, his body went through a quick change, using a mix of techniques he already knew from military spy training and demonic energy. The result was his body lost about ten inches in height and his chest became heavier, though Michino himself, tucked away in his own subconscious, never felt the effects of the change. Owari took all that awkward pain on her own, though she almost seemed to enjoy the transformation.
Three more punches rocked the air as the demoness continued to follow the mental lessons the original body owner gave. It had only taken the entire morning, from sun-rise to late afternoon, but she had already mastered the principals of Tora-no-Ken, one of the Toraono’s core martial arts. Her left leg raised up a fast knee, causing a rush of air to fly up almost high enough to part a cloud. Sweat was dripping from the mortal form and she stared down at her muscular arm in amazement.
Demons did not get tired. Oh sure, they could be hurt and even killed, but for stamina they lacked nothing. The feeling of the mortal shell having worked from day to near night in training was unfamiliar; and exciting.
“Can I try now?” she spoke to the empty beach. The voice in her head, the original owner of the body, didn’t speak so much as it gave a mental nod. A wickedly excited grin, followed by a squeal of joy, and the demon scrambled up the dunes on the beach until she was at the top of the near tallest and facing a house in the distance. She turned about thirty degrees towards the ocean, and slowly began to crouch as a samurai would when preparing a fast draw technique. Her left hand reached down and grabbed at the empty space, causing the air to begin to swirl around her. The sands whipped up into a small cyclone as the red sheath materialized from the Death Realm followed by the guard and then finally the pommel. A simplistic katana sheathed in red formed next to her left hip as if it had always hung there. The right hand carefully gripped the handle causing the cyclone to explode outwards. All the wind on the beach seemed to simply stop. Her left thumb ran over the sheath until it touched the guard.
Owari breathed in deep, and then released it so that no air was in her lungs. In a sudden motion, nearly impossible to see beyond dojutsu, she drew the red colored blade and struck it out towards the ocean. After a single second of delay the wind that had previously stopped suddenly came crashing down against the water in a vacuum. The sudden force caused the sea to split right down to the ocean floor and drew up a twenty foot tall wave. With weapon still drawn she leaped from the dune, landed in the soft sand and began to rush down to the house the wave was moving towards rather quickly. She slid to a stop just right before the home and jumped towards the sea, causing a burst of force to create a small crater where she leaped towards the small tsunami. Taking the weapon in both hands she raised it above her afro and then with all her demonic might, sliced down. The wave split into two halves, crashing down loudly against either side of the seemingly empty house before withdrawing back with the tide.
The demoness sheathed the weapon and released the red colored wood causing the weapon to disperse back into air as she fell towards the ice cold water. At the last moment she focused chakra in to swipe away the waves to clear a calm spot on the water before refocusing the chakra back towards he feet. Yet as she landed the waters around shot up from the combined weight of two souls. The sudden rise of water distracted her momentarily, enough for Owari to break the focus on chakra and simply fall into the water. Then, as if on que, the sea’s tide grabbed at her body and dragged her straight under the icy wet without a word.